Repose

[Steph]

I'm calling that ice-cream chip in.

[Eddie]

are you still freaking over there?

[Cat]

hi, kitty-cat.

Who: Con and Whomever Would Be There
What: Arrival
Where: Wainright Manor
When: Today
Warnings/Rating: Unlikely
Notes: OPEN. Maybe just one long thread without tagging order? Idk.

He comes on foot. His t-shirt has a "METRO" logo on it, the jeans are new, and he squints instead of wearing sunglasses. He walks around the driveway, looks up at the house for a moment, and then goes straight up to the door and hits the doorbell.

[The bike out front the double-wide was kind of fucked. Looked like maybe it had gotten dropped, or it had side-swiped something, or maybe someone had just lost their shit and let it take the punishment from the side of the road, because the gravel had scraped gouges into the side of the metal, and it didn't look real fucking safe. It was somewhere between late evening and night and the sound of moving around inside the double-wide was loud enough to be real audible all over within a five foot radius. Dylan, when he left the place, didn't look a whole lot different. The hoodie was ditched and he wasn't wearing leathers or nothing, just black cotton over deep blue undershirt, the sleeves of the shirt shoved up to his elbows. He kicked the stand out of the bike and rolled it forward and when he kicked into gear, the motor sputtered twice, choked, died and the cursing was loud as well. On the fourth try, the motor choked and then kicked up into a reluctant buzz and the gravel hissed as Dylan's bike thrummed on the way outta town.]